Blueberry Rain Lyrics   Nicky:   I have to blink two times 'cause im camera shy    I dont eat ice cream or cherry pie   I make it melt man it'll be dripping of the shelf   But looking hella pretty like my leather buckle belt   Its a serenity a trinity    My legacy is begging me to change my identity    A four-five infinity    Anthology anatomy is sorta like a policy   A rapper termonology   It dont give an apology   You know the trigonometry   You think can handle flygirly (?)   It'd get the BDP   Half a crimonology   The mongoose bangs while the birds all sang   I wear my house shoes like Im part of a gang      Qupito:   I spread bread like mustard but never could trust her   You know im just a hustler caught up like Usher   Im all in trying to triple a nickel   See the game thats told get as cold as icicles   I cut 'em off if you question my analysis   Day i rate mayne my mind state mac a trick   Knowin all my homies gon call when ready   To the P.I's and those pushin raw like Eddy   You can give me a update and tell me "wassup mayne"   Influxuate the paste till its cookie or cupcakes   Its so vivid straight up with no gimicks   Gotta get on her you can roll wit it   Every minute count we bounce   We count onces to the amount    Houses from the account breached up in the couch   Fly down south get the dough in atlanta   I hit the floor and do the Toni Montana      Chorus:    Im going to go, leaving clouds of smoke   Ima always do my bay thang,   Ima hustler mayne, gotta make my change   No time for playin games hey   State-to-State on a papa chase    Leavin em laced got moves to make   Im staying high like fly for life   Cant get by just to maintain      Quipto:   Oh hell naw   I aint done enough, theres more i gotta see    So lord dont punish me just 'cause i smoke alot of weed   Thats my apology see I be the no sinner   The rule breaker shaker mayne the goal tender   Getting the business suckas letting the cash burn   Im never finish not even after my last words   Natural disasters might take your boy   No doubt just let me go out in blaze a glory   Helpin kids cross the bridge it is what it is    Live life with a whole lot of sacrifice to give   I dont deserve it    Believe me if god told me its curtains   I hope i served my purpose and he knows I wasnt perfect   Young queez in this game for life   Translate do the damn till the day I die   Its a cold world baby and im already frost bit   So save your breath I play death when you talk shit      Nicky:   Man its the fifth wheel, some feel, roll up and blow kill   I dont trust them motherfuckers all of em hope still   Kay swiss white like columbian coke   And I dont care about your word I sell dreams and hopes   Man its the reece's buttercup be the focus like a mind reader   Number 2 pencil is Picasso's brush   EQ got the purple rain crushed up   The rush of the blood is like a task-force bust      Chorus:    Im going to go, leaving clouds of smoke   Ima always do my bay thang,   Ima hustler mayne, gotta make my change   No time for playin games hey   State-to-State on a papa chase    Leavin em laced got moves to make   Im staying high like fly for life   Cant get by just to maintain